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FORFILLMENT UPON THE NIGHT

A wild passion running deep
Kissing upon lips of truth

A soul desire reaching out
As night and day embrace

Running, mingling shadows burn
Burning deep with secret passion

Pleasured screams echoeing there
Deep in worlds unknown

Buried there, deep inside
Longing, lusting: A grave desire

Falling in the dark of bliss
Dreaming painful love

Devouring the twisted madness
A moon engulfed in blood

Breathing shadows upon my soul
Moving, writhing, in the dark

Forever existing; burning strong
A pure obsession; living upon wings...

THE GRAVE

A doomed black sky lingering high above
Looming over the world like a towering tomb
Deep purple clouds hang heavily in the air
Threatening to spill their tears upon the crowd below
Mingling the cloud's tears with those of others
They're all here, the mourners
A solitude grave, surrounded
So many shrouded mourners
Such suitably black heavens
Is it a sign?
Is the sky black because it mournes?
Or is it hiding the guiding light from the grave?

Slowly, so slowly, they all leave
One by one, step by step
Across the wet grass
What lies beneath their black feet?
Does the grave lie alone among so many rolling hills?
Nothing but hills
Are there others?
Between the heavens and the earth
The furious lightning and the raging sea?

The earth begins to move, dirt rises
Deep from within another place
A muffled groan
Was that the wind?
The earth beneath the grass moves yet again
A hand, oh that hand
That hideous hand
Grey and distorted, like a bad dream
Soft wet dirt wedged deep beneath those cracked nails
Is that the remainder of a worm beneath that thumb?
The earth breaks apart like a volcano
Rupturing like a bursting inferno of dirt
A face, at least what's left of it, emerges forth
Partially crusted blood clings to the gashes
Stringy hair hanging in matted clumps
A shroud to hide that fleshy face
One eye is missing
Lips wildly contorted
What would the mourners say?
A body, barely human
Ruby flesh dangling from every limb
Stained rags barely adorning this half-naked corpse

It rises now
Stumbling unearthly towards those rolling green hills
What lies at the other end?
Is it heaven or hell?
Is it the sky? Or the raging sea?
Or is it simply a yurning for freedom
Not a place among the worms
Perhaps the sun will shine there, at the other end
This poor soul could find that guiding light

The hills can hold many secrets
Who will ever know?
The storm has set in
And the rain beats down like an angry fist
Somewhere roams a creature too hideous to bare
So hideously wandering the rolling hills
Searching... for God knows what?